"No," said the saleslady in the bookstore. "We have no foreign magazines,
citizen. Foreign magazines? You must be new in Petrograd. We have no more
publications from abroad than from Mars, citizen. Unsuitable ideology, you know.
What can one expect of bourgeois countries?... Here's a nice selection citizen: The
Young Communist, Red Weekdays, Red Harvest. . . NO?. . . We have splendid novels,
citizen. Naked Year - all about the civil war. Sickle and Hammer—it's the class awakening
of the village—futuristic, you know - but very profound."
